Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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(ElaBfl SjtBtnrg sgZSE S S3 M fit- £ mtmm. S I was strolling down Washington Street, holding the notch of my Sternum carefully its ideals the highest. But, of course, we, the Class of 1916, not only feel, but know this to be true. In September, 1913, we became the first organized Junior-Middle Class in Abbot, and started in well by winning the Field Day that year. Then came our picnic, and our gay little parties together. These gave us a start toward feeling as if we belonged to one another, so that when, in 1914, we began the year with many new comrades, there was little feeling of diffidence, but a great desire shown for action. It was with this feeling that we took for class motto that of the Class of 1872, Do Noble Things, Not Dream Them. We won the tennis tournament, ran plays and entertainments, and held a highly successful banquet in the Domestic Science Laboratory, the first purely class affair of the year. Fifty-one of us, besides Miss Bailey and Miss Kelsey, sat about the big open square with the most carefree and festive spirit imagin- able. At least, it was carefree for the toastless ones. As to our play, The Violin Maker of Cremona, of course, we thought it splendid, and perhaps we do deserve a little credit, at least for our intentions, for all, supers and principals alike, did their very best to make the evening a success. The first prom of the year, usually given the Senior-middlers by the Seniors, was, by arrangement of these two classes, given up, and the money given to war relief work. So, when the trustees ' dance was held we made up for our loss by having twice as good a time as we had even remotely hoped for. 25

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®o GDur Principal In B we see the Beauty of all her charming ways; E is the great Efficiency which orders all our days; R what she judges best for us, the Rules and Regulations, Though from them comes, alas, the T, for Trials and Tribulations; H means our Happiness, because our lives all chanced to fall ' Neath A, her great Affection for the school and for us all. B all the Benefits we ' ve had since we ' ve been coming here, A our Appreciation of her, increasing year by year; I is her Interest in us as she helps us to progress ; L is our Love and Loyalty, they never shall grow less; E are her eyes. They laugh or chide as we are good or bad ; Y is her spirit Youthful. Just to know her makes one glad. A QIlaBB S ottg TUNE: The Orange and the Black. Our hearts are bound together By love for our dear class. We cry, we laugh, we share the joys, And the sorrows we bravely pass. In this bond of truth and honor We look to finer aims, But always in our lives we ' ll feel The love that stays the same. M. F. F., ' 16. 24

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So we worked and played together till the night of the Senior Banquet, when the Class of 1915 formally presented us with the Senior Parlor for our own. Its possession gave us a feeling of pride and responsibility, but at the same time a rather lost sensation at the thought of managing without the Seniors. A new plan was instituted with us, that of electing the officers for the Senior year in June, that there might be no delay in class organization in September. The result has been highly satisfactory, and we hope it will become a custom. The year ended in a rush. We had received the spade and trowel to keep till our tree and ivy should be planted, and had started off on our vacation before we realized that it was June. When September brought us back, we missed much the few of our classmates who failed to return. But new members had joined our ranks, so that forty-seven Seniors filled the Senior parlor at our first class meeting. From the beginning of the year we have assumed control, putting on vaudeville shows, giving in- formal tea-dances to the underclassmen in the Recreation room and taking active part in hockey and tennis. Few big events came before the Christmas holidays, though we spent many happy hours before our open fire, listening to the Victrola, sewing, knitting and being read to. But after the holidays things happened more quickly. Our mid-year exams were upon us, and for three days we toiled with the vision of Intervale ever spurring us on. How happy all forty-five of us were! The snow fell much of the time we were up there in the mountains, but storms held no menace to us. We banished all thought of books and reveled in our play- time. The four days flew as if on wings, and we would have thought the trip a dream had we not num- erous bumps and bruises to prove it a reality. According to custom, we went in to Boston to the annual Abbot Club luncheon, with the distinc- tion of having, as a class, joined the Club before our graduation. 26